Todos os capítulos de THE ALPHA BIKER'S BRIDE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Today, I'm supposed to find my fated mate. As much as I had tried to run away from this, it caught up with me… It was a sacred ceremony, except nothing here was sacred—not when it's forced by the very Alpha who killed my father."It's time, Princess, to pick your mate," the priestess spoke.I woke up from my throne, endowed with a gold and black dress, with makeup— a little too much to hide the beating I had to endure yesterday from the Alpha’s son, Lucious, in an attempt to make me pick him today… or to instill fear in me, as usual.The Alpha sat gracefully but deadly on my right side. I took a look at him with spite, focusing on his face that still bore the injury my father gave him in his struggle for life. But that wasn't enough—as he killed my father and claimed both my mother and me, becoming the new Alpha.He held my hands, pulling my ear close to his stinky mouth."You better pick Lucious," he whispered, then faked a smile to the pack. I looked at my mother, hoping she would d

He dragged me out of the car—gently, yet so rough.The house was magnificently breathtaking, well-lit.The car collection was the definition of I am rich, even though he wore humble clothes.I couldn't tell whether it was his, or if he had just brought me here to make money out of me again.We entered inside. His house looked more like a museum than a home.The housemaids were all over, running up and down to clean the artifacts.He walked away, and I took the chance to look around.The wolf skulls. The swords and arrows planted around the house.Some old paintings that I feasted my eyes upon.“Papa!” I exclaimed, seeing the pictures of my pregnant mother, my father, and a random family I didn’t know.My hands reached for it, but I was too short.“You do not touch anything,” Rage’s voice echoed, returning to the parlour.“How did you get that?” I asked, pointing at the image, my eyes visibly in shock.“What, this? My parents’ picture?” he responded.“Parents?” I whispered.“Yes. And a

“Princess?” he asked, his mood suddenly shifting toward me while his men circled us.“I’m sorry,” I apologized, but his fury burst out.“That’s why you healed so fast!” he said, and I nodded.I could feel his desire to strangle me—or to let out his wolf—but he held it back. I could feel his wolf too, like it was abandoned.“It all makes sense now. Do you know what your parents did to me?” he growled.“I wasn’t born,” I cried out.“My parents devoted themselves to your family, risking their lives for yours, and what did they get in return?” he asked, but I could only stare in silence.“Betrayal,” he growled.“Your father killed mine and banished me and my poor mother from the land for no reason!” he yelled.“That’s not true,” I cried, but my voice was no match for his fury.“Not true? Then what’s true?” he asked.“My father was murdered by Kade, who also killed yours,” I cried, but it fell on deaf ears.He came to me and held me by my hair, my face pressed into his sweaty armpit.“Don’

“Take them,” Rage's voice rose again. Damian didn’t waste a second grabbing me, while the rest restrained Lucious.“Take her slow,” Rage added as he entered the house. Damian reluctantly loosened his grip, giving me a brief moment of relief. My eyes stayed fixed on Lucious being dragged to the prison.Would I be placed in the same prison? What if he torments me again? Will he agree to undo his marking for freedom, or will he play smart?“Not her—him,” Rage said again. The toothpick in his mouth had been replaced with a cigar. The aroma of the smoke was choking, yet strangely pleasant.“What do I do with her?” Damian asked, tightening his grip once more.“Take her to my room,” Rage commanded. He didn’t look away from his parents’ portrait but still seemed to be aware of everything.“But Alpha—” Damian began, but was interrupted by an arrow that barely missed his head. Rage didn’t even flinch, his eyes now fixed on me.“The next time I speak and you give an opinion without being asked,

“You look miserable,” Rage spoke, walking in. I didn't talk, just stared. He didn't waste his time on me; he moved.“Don't just sit there, come and help me!” he said, walking out. I gathered every piece of energy left in me and walked out. My eyes ached, and so did my muscles.I found his workers digging holes while he supervised them—not big, too small to fit a small-sized ball. I wondered what was in the mind of Rage this time.For his house, a string of electricity was passed around. I knew it because I touched it when it passed me. But where was his right-hand man?“Wait!” he commanded the men to stop.“You can go in and rest. I'll take care of the remaining ones. Do not come out for your own safety,” he commanded. The workers seemed relieved, and from their facial expressions, you could tell they were used to it.For a hunter, he had so many enemies. I could only imagine how many times his house had been raided.“Come!” he commanded, and I started walking.“Pick up that bag, plea